In the hazy halo, Zimo seemed to see the story of the past......

"Mother, other children have fathers, but I don't have them, you tell me, where did my father go?"

A woman with a beautiful appearance and a virtuous temperament walked to Zimo's side, stroked his head, and comforted him: "Silly boy, you also have a father, but he is busy with his own affairs, I think, if he knows that you have grown so big, he will definitely be eager to come back to see you." ”

When he was a child, Zimo opened his ignorant eyes, looked at his mother, and nodded as if he didn't understand, "Mother, I know, I believe that my father will come back to us." By the way, mother, you said that your father gave you something of great value, what is it? Can you show it to me?"

"Silly boy, where is there anything priceless? I'm just coaxing you to talk casually, well, this crystal bracelet on my mother's wrist was given by your father, and he asked me to keep it, and said that with this, he could easily find me. It's just that after so many years, I haven't been able to wait for news from him. ”

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The jumping turbulent and intermittent picture kept flashing in Zi Mo's mind, in addition to his beautiful and lovely mother, in his remaining memory, he also saw a luxurious mansion, he vaguely remembered that his mother said to him one day, "Mo'er, your grandfather is sick, very sick, I'm afraid I won't go back to see him, don't want to see him again in this life, so my mother is going out today, you stay at home alone, don't go anywhere, wait for me to come back." Zimo didn't dare to drag down his mother, so he obediently guarded his dilapidated home, waiting for his mother to come back.

Little he stood by the window, from morning and dusk till dusk, and at last when it was almost dark, a group of people came, and hurried to their dilapidated home in the suburbs.

As a young man, he was so hungry that when he saw them, he was tempted to meet them at once, and beg for something to eat, but he was very shrewd, and very cautiously slipped out of the door, and hid in the bushes beside him, and carefully observed the behavior of the men.

"Hey, the eldest lady is really miserable, I can't imagine that she has suffered so much in the wild for so many years, and even the young children have been suffering with it, if it weren't for the old man's illness, he was extra kind, I'm afraid that the two of them would have been living in the wilderness in this life. A kind old man sighed.

"Mo'er, your mother wants us to take you home, come out quickly, go back with us, when your mother returned home, she walked carelessly and sprained her foot, so she couldn't pick you up in person, good boy, come out quickly." Another man looked around, then shouted outside.

"This baby was frightened by us, but fortunately, the young lady was alert, and when she left, she took off the bracelet on her wrist and let the child identify it, so that she could rest assured that she would go with us. After speaking, the old man-like man carefully took out a jade bracelet from his arms, held it in his palm, and shouted to the outside again, "Mo'er, it's getting dark, your grandparents and your mother are waiting for you at home." ”

Listening to the old man's cordial call, Zimo finally got bold and ran out of the bush that hid his body, he blinked timidly and said, "I'm here, you guys take me to see my mother, I miss her." ”

Everyone was overjoyed when they saw Zimo, especially the old man was even more affectionate, he was pleasantly surprised and ran over, came to Zimo's side, and hugged Zimo up, "Good baby, the old slave can be regarded as having found you, you and your mother have suffered for so many years, go, the old slave will take you home." Zimo was pampered in his arms by the old man, and walked until he walked to the open place of the forest, and Zimo saw that there were two carriages waiting for them here.

Zimo was finally convinced that these people were entrusted by his mother to take him away, so he got into the carriage with peace of mind and prepared to go into the city to find his mother.

However, when he walked, for some reason, Zi Mo's little heart would always be unable to suppress some fear, when the rickety carriage ran all the way along the path on the jungle, Zi Mo looked at the black trees on both sides kept falling backwards, and always felt that the place he was going to was a little mysterious and a little scary.

The car traveled for a long time, and finally arrived at a bustling city at the time of the lights.

In front of his eyes, there are ups and downs, continuous, carved dragons and painted buildings and houses, as well as people coming and going, hustle and bustle of the city, and more colorful, flickering lights, looking at this bizarre and beautiful human scene, Zi Mo greedily looked out, admiring, at this moment, he completely forgot the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

In his memory, when he was a child, he had been living with his mother in a dilapidated thatched house on the outskirts of Kyoto, with four walls, except for the company of his mother and the company of small animals and flowers and plants, he no longer had any close friends, every day, he could lie down in the wild flowers and sleep at will, and he could play with the squirrels and small birds that occasionally came out to play in the jungle.

Although he and his mother's life was poor and difficult, in the little memory that Zimo remained, that home was always warm and fragrant.

As the carriage went on a further journey, the servants stopped at the corner of the street and bought him a few hot and delicious buns and snacks for him to eat. Zimo was so hungry that he immediately held those fragrant and delicious buns and snacks and devoured them.

Seeing him eating happily, sitting on one side, and serving the old man who took care of him, there was a look of joy in his eyes.

"Mo'er, eat slowly, when you don't have enough to eat, I'll send someone to buy it for you." The old man said with relief.

In the march all the way, finally in the evening rest time, the carriage came to a magnificent mansion, in front of the door on both sides of the house lying a huge and majestic stone lion, high on the door hanging a long plaque, the big characters on it seem to be written "Prime Minister's Mansion", Zi Mo blamed himself for not studying seriously, now recognize these big characters, it is a little powerless and difficult.

The man who drove the carriage shouted loudly, "The little master has come back, and we are home." As soon as he finished speaking, a group of servants and maids swarmed around, lifted the sedan curtain, set up the steps, and carefully helped him out of the carriage.

Zimo panicked and searched around in the crowd for the figure of his mother, and finally saw his familiar mother in the long overdue figure, but his mother, when she walked, she didn't seem to be very agile, she limped, and sure enough, as the old man who picked up her said, she sprained her foot.

"Mother, I finally found you. Zimo ran over desperately and threw himself into his mother's arms.

"Good boy, it's all bad to blame my mother, I walked too quickly, I sprained my foot, and I couldn't pick you up in person, but fortunately, Lao Zhong took someone to pick you up safely, so I feel much more relieved to be a mother. ”

After hugging for a long time, Zimo broke free from his mother's arms, looked at this gorgeous and unfamiliar mansion, and asked his mother, "Mother, where are we here?" How come I have never seen so many beautiful houses, nor have I seen so many lively crowds. ”

"Silly boy, this is where my mother has lived since I was a child, and when my mother has time in the future, I will tell you slowly. Now, your grandfather is sick in bed and can't get up to greet you, let's go see your grandfather first and say hello to him. Zi Mo Niang pulled the little Zi Mo personally, and under the hug of a bunch of servants, slowly walked through the corridor and walked into a larger inner house.

Zimo took his mother's hand, and as soon as he stepped into the door of the inner house, he heard a violent coughing sound in his ears, and then, an old voice of the dragon bell called, "Mo'er, good grandson, you are finally back, hurry up and come over and let grandpa take a look." Ahem, ahem, ahem!" The old man let out another violent cough because he had spoken too much.

"Daddy, I've brought Mo'er back. The mother took his little hand and pushed him forward. The timid Zi Mo had no choice but to be bold and take a step forward, "Zi Mo greets grandpa!